What a drag O what a bore
There's nothing left to do but chores
A fine day has yet to begin
Already I feel grim
Just how shall I strategize
The plan to escape my demise
When everybody is asleep

Out my door I shall creep
And so our tale begins
The night's a waiting
The clock's a-tickin'
Come on wasting time's a sin
And one,two,tree,four
Five,six,seven,eight
Yes!one,two,three,four
Five,six,seven,eight
seven,eight,seven,eight

I want to scream,I want to prance
and I can dance s silly dance
Putting bugs in people's soups
Yes!That is what I do!
Swish and slash and I attck
I'v pulled some nansty pranks with tacks
Laughed at children until I shrieked!

Those squishy little squeaks!
Where does our journey end?
I don't know but until then
What wondrous things await?
I say one,two,three,four
Five,six,seven,eight
Yes!one,two,three,four
Five,six,seven,eight
one,two,three,four
Five,six,seven,eight
Yes!one,two,three,four
Five,six,seven,eightseven,
seven,eightseven,seven,eightseven
oh oh